After leaving the Imperial Study, Feng Zeyan had an extra fifty thousand taels of silver notes in her arms.
She weighed the stack in her hands, eyes curving in satisfaction.
【With the three hundred thousand taels of silver I casually stashed in my space last time, this “gold-digging operation” has already brought in three hundred and fifty thousand!】
【I’m rich, I’m rich!】
The system reminded her at the right time:
【Host, now that you’ve got the money… shouldn’t you get down to business?】
【Fine, fine! I’m going!】
She immediately turned and headed toward the eunuchs’ side courtyard.
After several twists and turns, she finally found Liu Ying’s shabby little room.
【System, are you sure this is the place?】
【Yes! Look at the name on the door—she wrote it herself!】
Sure enough, crooked handwriting on the doorframe read: “Liu Quan.”
Feng Zeyan pried open the latch and slipped inside.
The room was pitifully simple: a wooden plank bed, a broken trunk, and furniture missing legs.
【System, look at this place… truly, the richer people are, the stingier they are.】
【Host, this is called being low-key—afraid of attracting attention.】
【Fair enough. Good thing I have my spatial storage.】
She lifted the thin blanket, and under the pillow found a bulging cloth bundle.
Inside were neatly folded undergarments—seven or eight pairs of women’s boxer-like shorts, each embroidered with tiny flowers.
Pink, blue, green—bright and colorful.
【Her needlework’s actually pretty good!】
【Too bad she chose the wrong path.】
Feng Zeyan picked up the top pink pair and flipped open the inner layer.
A thick stack of silver notes was hidden inside.
She counted them: five thousand taels.
【System, Liu Ying’s “performance” this month is impressive.】
【Yes. She’s been stealing more frequently lately, probably trying to save up a dowry.】
Feng Zeyan took out marked silver notes from her space.
On the lower right corner, she had used a special medicinal ink to stamp a tiny “Feng” character.
Invisible normally, it would only appear when wet.
She placed the marked notes inside the underwear pocket and took the original stack into her space.
Then she pulled out a small porcelain bottle.
Bright red, with a skull label.
【System, this devil chili powder is strong, right?】
【Don’t worry, Host! It’s top-tier system-grade stuff—one hundred times spicier than normal chili powder!】
The system bragged:
【And it has a delayed effect—only activating one hour after being worn! Guaranteed to make him “enjoy it” to the heavens!】
Feng Zeyan opened the bottle and evenly sprinkled the powder inside the underwear.
The fine, colorless powder clung to the fabric without leaving a trace.
After checking carefully, she folded it back neatly.
The remaining half bottle went into her pocket.
The system hesitated:
【Host… don’t you think this is a bit… cruel?】
【Cruel?】
She sneered.
【If they don’t learn a lesson at a young age, how will they ever change?】
Fifteen days later, early morning.
Feng Zeyan woke up unusually early.
She lounged on a soft couch while a system-projected livestream floated before her.
In the screen, Liu Ying looked unusually nervous, eyes darting around.
【Host, she’s carrying the underwear stuffed with silver notes!】
【When will the procurement eunuch arrive?】
【Soon!】
As expected, not long after, a round-faced eunuch approached with a bamboo basket.
They exchanged glances and nodded slightly.
When no one was looking, Liu Ying quickly stuffed the underwear into the bottom of the basket.
The whole process took less than three breaths—smooth and practiced.
【They really are experienced at this.】
Feng Zeyan cracked sunflower seeds calmly.
【Too bad they met me.】
The eunuch left the palace and wound his way to the east side of the city.
At Guihua Lane, No. 13, a rather decent-looking courtyard stood there.
He knocked three times.
The door opened slightly, revealing a pale, delicate young man.
“Where is it?”
Liu Quan’s voice was low, eyes flashing with greed.
The eunuch handed over the underwear from the basket.
Liu Quan grabbed it and quickly stuffed it into his chest, afraid of being seen.
“Good. This is yours.”
He handed the eunuch a money pouch.
Satisfied, the eunuch left.
Liu Quan closed the door and immediately returned inside.
He eagerly opened the underwear’s hidden pocket and started counting.
“One, two, three…”
His excitement grew with each note, hands trembling.
“Five thousand taels! Hahahaha!”
He kissed the silver notes repeatedly.
“My sister really is my money tree!”
【Tch. What a ungrateful scumbag!】
Feng Zeyan clicked her tongue.
【Your sister risks her life stealing money for you, and you’re already planning to run away with it.】
Liu Quan hid the silver under a floorboard, then lifted the underwear and sniffed it.
“This one has wealth energy. I’ll wear it tonight!”
Feng Zeyan nearly burst out laughing.
【System, look at him!】
【He’s treating it like a treasure!】
【Soon I’ll show him what a real “treasure” feels like.】
Night fell.
Feng Zeyan continued watching the livestream.
【Host, Liu Quan is already wearing it!】
On screen, he lay on his bed with a satisfied smile.
“After saving a few more tens of thousands, I’ll escape south…”
“Buy a riverside estate… keep a few beauties…”
He rolled over and fell asleep, dreaming of riches and pleasure.
One hour later—
“AAAAAHHH!”
A shrill scream tore through the night.
Liu Quan jumped out of bed, clutching his backside and rolling on the floor.
“It’s burning! It’s burning!”
His butt felt like it was on fire—scorching, unbearable pain!
It grew worse and worse, as if it were being roasted alive!
“Water! I need water!”
He ran out naked, stumbling into the courtyard.
He plunged into a water vat.
But instead of relief—
“AAAAH!!”
The cold water made it worse.
The pain penetrated skin, flesh, even bone—pure agony.
He cried, screamed, and howled until his face twisted like a cooked shrimp.
The entire street woke up.
People came out holding lanterns, shocked.
“What’s going on?”
“Who’s screaming in the middle of the night?”
A doctor was dragged over, still half-asleep.
After examining him, he was completely confused.
“What illness is this?”
Liu Quan couldn’t speak, only shaking violently.
Then suddenly—
The underwear.
He remembered.
“T-the underwear…”
The neighbors froze.
“Underwear?”
“Underwear can do this?”
Inside the palace, Feng Zeyan was laughing so hard she was slapping her thigh.
【HAHAHAHA! Look at him!】
【Serves him right!】
The system laughed too.
【Host, the devil chili powder is working perfectly—and this is just the beginning! It will last twelve hours!】
【Twelve hours?!】
【Yes, and it gets stronger over time!】
Feng Zeyan wiped her tears of laughter.
【Alright. Time to close the net.】
She stood up and headed straight for the Jingzhao Prefecture.
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